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  Chapter 398 Gourd Demon and Gourd Baby

  Master Yang from the pharmaceutical factory told about the situation: it was a friend of his who brought a Hong Kong businessman to his door.

   Ginseng is not the Hong Kong businessman, he is also entrusted by others.

   It is said that it is an old man from Baodao. He is over 80 years old and terminally ill. He wants to go back to his hometown to have a look.

  Finally, an old Chinese doctor prescribed a prescription, saying that it can last for three years, but the main ingredient in it is old wild ginseng.

  Liu Qingshan has no way of judging the authenticity of this matter, but judging from the current folk customs, it is more likely to be true.

   As for how to decide, he still has to follow the wishes of his master.

  The dumb grandfather gestured a few times, and Liu Qingshan said to Master Yang: "I am the master who said, make the best use of everything."

   Make the best use of everything, this is the most simple concept of dumb grandpa. In his eyes, there is no distinction between high and low for various herbs, as long as they can make the best use of everything, it is worth it.

   Is this a promise?

  Master Yang also had a happy face: "Don't worry, the price is not a problem. The starting price is 100,000 yuan. Every ten years or so, the price will increase by 20,000 yuan."

  Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "It's not about money, my master asked, can I see that prescription?"

   This is the strength of the dumb grandpa. He can naturally know whether what the other party said is true or not when he looks at the compatibility of the prescription.

  If it is not true, then he must be reluctant to dig out an old ginseng plant, after all, one tree is one less.

  But Master Yang misunderstood, thinking that the dumb grandpa was going to steal other people's prescriptions, he couldn't help showing embarrassment: I can't make the decision on this matter, so I have to call and ask.

   This is more laborious. There are several people who need to be transferred in the middle. It is estimated that it will take two days to reply.

  Liu Qingshan handed over the construction of the pharmaceutical factory to Gao Feng and Lu Xiaolong. He only went to visit occasionally and give some constructive suggestions.

  This group of people, if they don't experience it, they will never be able to be independent.

  Basically, there is no need to rebuild the factory building. The original equipment for processing wild vegetables is transported to the Jiapigou Wild Vegetable Factory on the opposite side.

   After freeing up space, the newly shipped equipment will be installed and debugged. It is estimated that it will take less than a month, and it will not be completed.

  The construction of several factories is in full swing, and Liu Qingshan follows the old people in the village to plant trees every day.

   If it catches up with the rest day, there will be a lot of kids.

  In fact, in Liu Qingshan's eyes, the significance of planting trees is even greater than those factories.

  When I am free from work, I will also carry a small basket and lead the fourth and fifth to dig some mother-in-law and shepherd's purse.

  Now the vegetation has just emerged, and other wild vegetables have not grown yet.

  The little white ape also squatted on the ground, picked up a few leaves of mother-in-law with its small paws, and stuffed them into its small mouth.

   After chewing it twice, the twitching little face became even more twitching, and the mother-in-law Ding was still quite bitter.

   "Don't vomit, it's only through suffering." Liu Qingshan poked its little head.

   "Brother, tell a story, tell a story about Journey to the West." The fourth child was squatting on the ground, digging a mother-in-law tree with the tip of a knife, and talking about his appeal.

  Liu Qingshan blinked: "We've finished collecting Buddhist scriptures from the West."

   "Brother, tell me something else." The little brother still pestered him.

  Liu Qingshan thought for a while, and it seems that the only image that can be on an equal footing with Monkey King is the gourd baby. It seems that the animation will start to be produced in the next year.

   Anyway, it’s okay to be idle, so I told the two little girls about the seven melons on a vine.

  When they finished their work and came home, the two little guys were fascinated by it, put down their chopsticks, and pestered Liu Qingshan to tell the story of the gourd baby.

  Even Xiao Huo hugged Liu Qingshan's calf, and muttered indistinctly in his small mouth: "Captive baby, captive baby."

  Liu Qingshan patted his little head: What you said makes sense, aren’t all gourd babies captured one by one?

   There is no way, who told Liu Qingshan to spoil them, so let’s continue.

  The fourth child also brought paper and crayons, and asked the eldest brother to draw the gourd baby while talking.

  This difficulty seems a bit high, how could Liu Qingshan know how to draw, the result is that the calabash baby he drew is uglier than the little white ape.

  The youngest and fourth took the paper and looked at it for a long time:

   "Brother, if it weren't for the gourd baby on its head, I would have thought it was a goblin."

  Liu Qingshan cried silently, and the car horn sounded in his ears.

  He jumped from the edge of the kang to the ground as if catching a life-saving straw: "There is a visitor, I'll go out and have a look first."

   There really are guests, Liu Qingshan and the others just came out of the house when they saw a graceful figure rushing in from outside the gate, and rushed towards Liu Qingshan with open arms.

  Wu Tong?

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help being taken aback, why did this girl come here, do you think I should hide or not?

   Before he could figure it out, Wu Tong hugged the little fourth child in front of him, and picked up the fifth child again, yelling:

   "Caifeng, Shanxing, miss my sister?"

  Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes, then went up to the gate:

   "Uncle Wu, Brother Ang, you are here; Haha, you are back, brother Jizi, and this is classmate He, right? Welcome to Jiapigou as our guest."

  Professor Wu is still hale and hearty, with long silver hair and a touch of artist's demeanor: "Qingshan, during the May Day holiday, I just came to you to find inspiration."

  Writers’ collections and artists’ search for inspiration are all amazing things.

  Wu Song was dressed in casual clothes, and hugged Liu Qingshan with a smile. They once fought against little devils side by side, and their revolutionary friendship is extraordinary.

  As for Zhang Jizi, I haven't seen him for a few months, and there have been some changes, mainly in terms of clothing and temperament, but the inner simplicity remains the same.

  The last He Mengfei, whom Liu Qingshan met in the classroom when he went to the Academy of Fine Arts last time, is Wu Tong's best friend, and seems to have some interest in Zhang Handzi.

   This time, he also followed. Could it be that he chased him home?

  Talking about the current situation, Professor Wu has nothing to say, but Wu Song complained a few times, saying that the law and order in Spring City is getting more and more difficult to control.

   In the final analysis, it was all caused by Clivia.

  Liu Qingshan cheerfully persuaded: "Come on, Brother Ang, if you endure for another two months, you will probably get through it soon."

  According to the original development track, by July, this crazy farce will end.

   "Two months, Qingshan, what do you mean?" Wu Song firmly believed in Liu Qingshan's words.

   "The higher authorities will not allow this situation to develop." Liu Qingshan couldn't say it clearly, so he covered it up and invited everyone into the house.

   To entertain regular customers, he still prefers to be in the old house, which seems more cordial.

   After they entered the room, they found that Wu Tong was already sitting by the kang table, with a little **** the left and another **** the right.

   Then Wu Tong was drawing on paper with a crayon.

  Obviously, the fourth and fifth brothers were dissatisfied with the paintings of the eldest brother, so they happened to come to the expert, so they asked sister Wu to help.

  While Wu Tong was drawing, the two little girls were still adding, why should the eyes be big and the face should be round.

  Professionals are different. After Liu Qingshan greeted everyone to sit down, and just after making tea, they heard the four and five cheering in unison.

  The fourth child ran over with the paper: "Brother, look, this is the gourd baby!"

  Look at Liu Qingshan, it’s really, seven or eight points similar to the original version.

   Looking up at Wu Tong again, he saw that the latter was looking at him with a smile, and blinked his big eyes narrowly twice.

  Liu Qingshan just noticed that Wu Tong was holding a piece of paper in his hand, it was the gourd demon he had just drawn, so he didn't feel his old face get hot.

   "Sanfeng, your story is very good, and the characters are quite in line with children's thinking." Wu Tong praised, and he thought that this story was originally created by Liu Qingshan.

  Liu Qingshan has never had the habit of plagiarizing his own people, so he shook his head:

   "It's a cartoon being produced by the art film studio. I told the fourth and fifth for fun."

  The fourth and fifth children pestered Wu Tong again: "Sister Wu, continue to draw, and draw all the gourd babies of the seventh brother, as well as their grandpa!"

   "Seven, Feifei hasten to help."

  Wu Tong waved to He Mengfei, and two college students majoring in fine arts started to work for the two little girls.

  Drawing two, He Mengfei found a problem: "The gourd babies all look the same, how to distinguish them?"

   "The color of the gourds on their heads is different." Shan Xing explained.

   "If you watch black and white TV, you really can't tell the difference. The brothers are like twins. They look exactly the same. How can they be distinguished?"

   Well, this seems to be a real problem.

  So, the two little girls and the two big girls started thinking hard there.

  Liu Qingshan blinked his eyes. Many people criticized this in his previous life, but for Liu Qingshan who has experienced the information bombing of his later life, this is not a problem.

  So he giggled and said, "Look at the window and put the clouds on your temples, and the decals on the mirror are yellow."

  Wu Tong couldn't help rolling his eyes at him: I don't know why, are you still in the mood to read poetry at this time?

   Then I suddenly had an idea: the mirror decal is yellow, yes, there is a way!

  So she drew a flame shape on the small forehead of the calabash doll.

   "It's Huowa!"

   "It's Siba!"

  The two little girls immediately slapped their hands happily, and Xiao Huo, who was sitting on the kang, also slapped the two little girls foolishly: Huo baby, I am Huo baby!

  With this idea, I started to add marks on the forehead of the calabash doll I drew.

  Liu Qingshan thinks that in the coming year, when the production of Calabash Doll starts, he can ask the fourth and fifth children to write a letter to Modu Art Studio to make this suggestion.

  If feasible, the image of the seven gourd babies will surely become more popular among the people.

  The fourth youngest looked at it with a smile on his face, and suddenly thought: "Sister Wu, it would be great if you were at our house every day. Big brother tells stories, and you draw the stories."

  Oh, Wu Tong's face was slightly blush: "It's a pity that sister Wu is going to study abroad."

   "Where do you want to study abroad?" Liu Qingshan couldn't help asking.

  Wu Tong stretched out his hand and pointed to the east: "Go to the island country."

  Liu Qingshan shook his head a little dissatisfied: "In fact, the paintings of the island country are still borrowed from our ancient Chinese paintings.

   "It's to learn animation drawing and production, and Feifei and I are going." Wu Tong explained.

  Liu Qingshan finally understood, and joked cheerfully: "Are you all going to be animation directors from now on?"

  Unfortunately, this stalk has not yet appeared, and the two girls nodded sincerely: "It may not be the director, but it may also be the animation design."

  So, Liu Qingshan suddenly had an idea: Then, should we start with the animation industry in the island country?

   If Chibi Maruko, Dragon Ball, Slam Dunk, and later Digimon and Dead Sea are all fiddled with, it will not be able to dominate the animation industry in the island country.

   Liu Qingshan couldn’t get over the hurdle in his heart when it came to plagiarizing things from Chinese people.

  But if he plays with little devils and earns their money, Liu Qingshan will have no pressure.

  (end of this chapter)